第二十四章：红鲱鱼的眨眼（拐弯抹角）(8)

’ The voice was weak, despairing. There, in one cloudy glass column was the outline of a human boy. A boy like himself. Was it just a trick of the echoing mirror maze? Hiccup pressed his palm against the glass. And as if the boy were a mirror image of himself, a hand on the other side of the glass pressed back, hand-to-hand. Gently Hiccup pushed his forehead with the Slavemark on it on the glass. And as the boy
inside the column dropped his head forward too, the two Slavemarks touched, on either side the glass. The boy was Fishlegs.